Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.